5/5/14 (with minor edits)

Resistance knocks at my door. At home there was never an allowance for this unpleasant feeling. Though half of me does not live here, nor there, anywhere. Daydreamer, believer, covered in warmth and otherworldly pleasures as if a break was ever deserved. But what does one deserve other than what the ego decides?

Bearing in mind the limits of flesh and bone, there lies in my gut, tugging my side like a restless child never quite satisfied, or the strict drill sarge of a parent always pressing me to dig my feet deeper in the dirt, an obligation to confront the status quo wherever we collide.

The rollercoaster owes no breathing room, no space to cool off as the sweat betrays my thirst and plants uncertainty in familiar plots of the ground beneath. And this continual friction reveals pockets of fleeting happiness, just about the only currency worth its weight.

Find it wherever, whenever, if ever.